My husband warned me to move away front the window…but I couldn’t budge.
The twinkling lights of the city at night held me captive.
The empty streets looked like ribbons of gold.
A warm hand closed around my elbow and pulled me backwards.
I protested. I wanted to keep looking out the window.
Then I looked down. Oh, boy. I’m falling!
Perhaps I’ll land in the pool.
A 23-floor swan dive.
As I tumbled headfirst into a panic attack, I longed for comfort.
In our house, we’ve discovered holding a Slinky can reduce stress.
My Slinky was at home in my kitchen drawer. Fat lot of good it did me now.
So, I jumped into my husband’s arms. I immediately felt comforted.
I begged him to procure a hotel room on the first floor.
He said, “Did you forget your Slinky again?”
Perhaps a grown woman shouldn’t depend on a Slinky for courage.
Do you have a talisman that makes you feel better?